Martin Nievera and Regine Velasquez - Forever lyrics
Intro: method man
Aiyyo shortyyo that’s my word
Ohy’all smellin y’all piss now y’all think y’all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin
Over hereI’m returnin em that’s my word that they be blasted
Anything from two-twenty to one-fortythat’s mine
Y’all need to step the fuck off
Y’all niggaz ain’t crazy for real
Chorus: genius
Yothe fiends ain’t comin fast enough
There is no cut that’s pure enough
I can’t foldI need goldI re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Verse one: genius
I’m deep down in the back streets - in the heart of medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subwaywaiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of dow jones stock
I had to connect to cross sealsto catch more mil’s
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I’m in the parksettin up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the benchthey had em wired
Peeped my convothe address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to john doe
And while we set up campwe got vamp
Put the stake through his heartI ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like brandon lee
Blown out the framelike pan am flight 103
He got swung onhis lungs was tornthe
Kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the blockand played look-out
For playing predator with a glockhe should have took out
Chorus:
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clip that’s full enough
I can’t foldI need goldI re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you.. yo
Fiends ain’t comin fast enough
There is no cut that’s pure enough
I can’t foldI need goldI re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Verse two: genius
It’s mandatory that
I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apesand spread em out like crops on a farm
To get creamsometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and other niggaz
Plant bombs til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through all they knewhe’s gun sick
His glock clickslike high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sickstand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foulshoveling dirthe’s out to hurt
For instancechop off handsattack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some importcatchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resortsup in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expandcatch seven figuresrelease triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She diedand he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open woundshe hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars
Chorus:
Fiends ain’t comin fast enough
There is no cut that’s full enough
I can’t foldI need goldI re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that’s full enough
I can’t foldI need goldI re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
The peers that come is tight enough
There is no niggaz that’s fuckin up
I can’t foldI need goldI re-up and reload
Product must be soldto you
